You wanted to race through the maze. I would take the left and you, the right. But I was afraid of going through it on my own so I grabbed your hand, flashed you a big grin and dragged you in my direction.

You protested, as I knew you would.

I persisted, as you knew I would.

I later found out the right side of the maze was a much shorter path.

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We were walking together, holding hands, trying to find our way out.

I stopped. You ventured forward a few steps before turning back to look at me.

You tilted your head quizzically, raised your eyebrows at me.

"What?" you asked.

"Nothing," I laughed. I pointed behind you.

It was a dead end.

You see, we began with such simplicity. It's like a template that every relationship should have when it starts. So ours was like that too. But what makes our relationship special is actually how much it has grown and matured over the past three years that i have known you.

I live for the night. It's existence is what feeds me, it is the very essence of my being.

Speed exhilirates me. I drove at 80km/hr during my lesson and that little taste will not be enough to sustain me for long.

Damn it, I need my license. Then I'll go to Malaysia and race. Admittedly, I closed my eyes, shrouded in fear when my uncle took us for a ride in his sports car and he drove at 220km/hr but when I'm the one in control, behind the wheel, it'll be different.

Happy National Day y'all.